a/n: Howdy! This chapter is nothing too important to the plot, but it was something fun to write! I've been thinking about this show all day and I just wanted to incorporate it. I hope you enjoy, please favorite and review!

Chapter Thirteen – The Wedding Singer

Sydney's POV

It had been a little more then a week since prom and things were finally starting to turn around. I had passed all my finals and successfully graduated from high school. It was strange to think that I was officially done with school. I often thought that it would all be a dream and I would wake up tomorrow starting me first day of freshman year. The boys had all came to support Theresa and I during the ceremony and surprisingly made more noise then the craziest of families by screaming 'That's my baby!' when our name was called.

Things between Harry and I had gotten better as well. It was really awkward for the first couple of days, but I figured he got with some random girl and was over it. I did notice that whenever he tried to look me in the eyes, his glance slowly made its way down to my wrist, no matter if it was covered or not.

The boys hadn't taken my little secret too well, but pledged to help me get better. They would periodically take me aside and just ask how I was doing. It was extremely nice of them to do, but I was really getting tired of crying multiple times in a day.

My only relief from all of the pressure to get healthy was in Pointe class. The instructor, rather, kept telling me to lose weight and to be better. This is what I was used to, it was my comfort zone. I kept pushing myself harder and harder, to the point of two broken toes. All of that was necessary, though, to be perfect.

My parents were away for the week on vacation with my brother. I was meant to go with them, but my schedule didn't allow for it with us leaving for New York tomorrow.

The boys and Theresa had been staying at my house while they were gone and preparing. It was nice having the company as I knew being alone would lead to more depression.

My head was propped on Niall's lap as he attempted to braid my hair. I knew that he was only succeeding in knotting it, but I loved the feeling of his hands in my hair. I smiled at him as I flipped through the channels on the television.

I stopped on the news station as I received a text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Laughing as I read it, I set it down and told the boys that my grandmother says hello.

I picked up the remote again and was about to change the channel when the newscaster said something that caught my attention.

"British boy band, One Direction, has grasped the hearts of teenage girls across the world." We laughed at this as everyone turned their attention to the screen. The woman continued, "It has recently been announced that the band's world tour will be accompanied by two unknown girls; Theresa Garner and Sydney Stewart. These two girls, both eighteen, are fresh off the farm and are sure to charm our hearts. Well, one of them at least. Here is a video of Theresa Garner as Mrs. Potts in 'Beauty and the Beast'." The screen flashed to Theresa dressed as a giant teapot doing her tap dance number. We both laughed at the memory of her attempting to learn how to tap dance in a costume that was so heavy it required wheels. The scene changed to her singing the famous 'Beauty and the Beast' song. I swooned as her voice entranced my ears. Her perfect first soprano voice was more beautiful then ever. I was a bit disappointed when the ladies' face returned. I figured the special was over, but she continued. "Now, Theresa seems to be just what these boys need, someone to keep them in line. However, her counterpart, Sydney Stewart, may be the opposite of that they need. Check out this clip of Sydney as the part of Holly in 'The Wedding Singer'." The picture flashed to a scene of 'Saturday Night in the City'.

My face turned bright red as the boys all stared intently at the image. My hair was teased and crimped to make me look like a Madonna wanna-be and I was wearing a pink bustier and tight leather pants. My voice soon took over the room. "When the weekend rolls around, I hound the hottest spots. My favorite club will always double all my vodka shots. Got my skin tight bustier, and plastic crucifix; tonight we're gonna party like its 1986!"

I cringed as everyone watched me roll on the floor and emphasize my breasts. Hoping it was over; I opened my eyes to just accept everyone's reactions. To my terror, it kept going. The screen flashed to a later part in the song. I stood there singing to one of the most flamboyant boys in the theatre as he played the part of Robbie. The boys all gasped at the next words that came out of my life. "Check out the view, you like what you see? My body's an amusement park, the first rides on me. Don't stop to question if you're gonna score. Being young and stupid is what Saturday is for!" I rolled over to burry my face in the cushion of the sofa as I knew the boys we currently watching my leg draped over Robbie's shoulder and my other wrapped around his waist. I knew I was when dropped back and shimmying in his face. I felt Niall's hands finally fall from my head as he watched me turn around and grind my back against Robbie's front.

I eventually couldn't handle it anymore and turned the television off. There was a simultaneous, "Hey, I was watching that!" come from the boy's mouths.

"Don't worry boys, I know she has the entire DVD somewhere in this house," Theresa squealed.

"No!" I leaped up and jumped on her back. She flailed around until she eventually just dropped to the floor. I sat on top of her and made her swear not to show them the entire show, ever. I knew that they had really seen the worst of it, but I still didn't want them to see the entire thing.

As I let Theresa go Zayn had started speaking, "So Sydney, um, how old were you when you did this?"

"I was, erm, sixteen. Sophomore year." I replied softly.

"Someone developed early," I heard him hum.

"Hey, watch it buddy." I warned him, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you going to do about it, shimmy me to death?" He challenged.

I quickly lunged forward and jumped on him, messing up his perfectly styled tuft of hair. He started screaming as Liam pulled me off and swung me around.

"Check out the view, you like what you see!" Louis and Harry started singing. I caught just a glimpse of them in time to see them grabbing each other's butts while singing, "My body's an amusement park, the first rides on me!"

I squabbled trying to get them to stop, but Liam held me back as Theresa went against her word to go and find the DVD.

Niall looked as though he was going to die from laughing so hard and Zayn was scrambling to fix his hair.

Theresa came bounding down the stairs with a silver disc in her hands. She popped it into the TV and helped the boys secure me down on the couch, Liam and Zayn each holding and arm and Louis lounging across my lap.

The familiar opening music began to play and I couldn't help but be entranced by all the memories. However, I knew that this was going to lead to relentless taunting. I can't believe someone actually sent that into the news station.